No longer held silent, I moaned softly with each touch, each contact seeming electric in my position. Her hands ran along my back, feeling the muscles held in place by my bondage. Mistress explored my ass, gripping and spanking as she saw fit, giggling at the chorus of gagged noises being emitted from her eager sub. Noises that did not subside as she gripped my cage.
Already straining from being under her control, my cock nearly exploded from being played with. I whimpered into my gag, desperation seeping out of me as she gently rubbed and squeezed the cage. Listening to the constant stream of satisfied laughter behind me, I once again allowed myself to simply fall under her control, unable to do anything else. I was her pet, her plaything, and teasing was easily one of Mistress’ favourite games.
By the time I felt the cage being removed, my poor cock was dripping with need. Sighing, feeling the metal ring slip passed my balls, I groaned in appreciation as my erection sprang forth. It had been over a week since I felt it last, painfully hard, eagerly twitching in the air, seeking her touch.
Mistress simply offered up another giggle, leaving to collect more toys. I moaned, huffing from excitement of being freed, the physical representation of my inner desperation, frustration, and need. As she returned, I whined appreciatively as her hand grasped my cock, slowly offering a few strokes, feeling the tension in her palm.
However, her focus turned towards my balls, pulled back into her wooden humbler. The device tightened, trapping them exposed between my legs, the curved ends resting against my thighs. Mistress offered a few taps, sending shocks through my body, showing just how on display I currently was.
As I recovered from her display of power, I felt lubed fingers circling my ass, groaning as she stretched out my hole. One hand gripping my ass, she quickly found my g-spot, rubbing circles expertly as she listened to the effects it was having on me. I whimpered, vulnerably at her mercy while she laughed, stretching me further after having her fun. I soon found out why, as the balled anal hook smoothly pushed into my ass, connected to the metal ring.
The constant pressure inside of me, the tension of my binds across my body, barely able to stay on my feet in the middle of the room, Mistress stepped back to admire her work. Grinning, she knelt down in front of me, seeing the effects of the last ten minutes spread across my face. A firm hand in my hair, that excited glint of anticipation in her eyes, a look I had come to learn to fear.
“Are you ready, my pet?”
I whimpered, nodding at my Mistress. Grinning, she let go of my hair, leaving me in suspense as I listened to her circle behind me. Once more I felt her smooth, tiny hands rub my exposed ass, my trapped balls, and my flexed thighs. Breathing heavily, I braced myself for what would come next.
Whack. I nearly screamed from the first bite of her cane, a fresh stinging mark across my cheeks. Mistress always enjoyed starting hard, to sharpen my mind. I felt tiny little touches afterwards, trying with all my might not to flinch.
Whack. Another on my thighs, Mistress savouring the whimpering coming from the effects of her cane. She continued with her pattern, planting five or six gentle touches between each strike.
Whack. Never hitting the same spot, moving up and down my body, leaving a beautiful striping pattern. She would often lie me down at the end of a night, rubbing lotion over my sore body, explaining to me which was her favourite.
Whack. I screamed, this time Mistress aiming at my exposed balls. Not as hard as her efforts above and below, but strong enough to bring tears to my eyes. I felt each tiny strike like a hammer through my body, soon whimpering uncontrollably.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.Whack.
Openly crying, I soon felt Mistress resting my head on her shoulder, my gag removed. Her hands in my hair, she comforted me, my tears darkening the fabric of her shirt.
“Shhhhhhh, such a good boy. That’s it. That’s it. My good little boy.”
I sniffled, the stinging behind me subsiding slightly, but fresh in my mind. I felt her grip in my hair, staring into her eyes while I blinked away the remainder of my tears. She smiled, hands constantly petting me, never looking away.
“You okay, sweetie?” Blushing, I nodded, slowly losing myself in her beautiful eyes. Such compassion behind them, determination. Equally devoted to my well-being as she was my temporary destruction. Mistress held me there for what seemed like an eternity, feeling a sense of calmness through my body. I could have stayed there all night.
Eventually she patted my cheek gently, straightening to show me her second surprise for the evening. Strapped over her jeans was her favourite cock, which she of course never tired of pointing out was bigger than mine. Her grip in my hair returning, I moaned as Mistress pushed the tip passed my lips, staring down to watch it disappear into my mouth.
Slowly, I opened my throat as she thrusted in and out, coating her temporary cock with saliva. Bringing tears to my eyes for a different reason, I tried my best to take as much as I could, Mistress only activating my gag reflex twice. Which I’m sure she did on purpose.
Pulling out, Mistress jokingly called me her ‘good little cocksucker’, before moving behind to remove my hook. I blushed, moaning freely as I felt the steel ball slide out of my ass, unclipped from the ring on my lower back. Placed to the side, Mistress rubbed her cock up and down my hole, listening as I excitedly whimpered, wanting it inside of me. After watching me suck on it, taking so much punishment for her, she was only happy to oblige.
I groaned, my mind always seeming to melt every time she fucked me. Feeling her large cock sliding in and out, grinding against my g-spot, filling and stretching to the limits I could take, I could barely remember to breathe. Mistress smirked as she listened to me pant, placing tiny little taps on my balls, just enough to watch me squirm.
My moans intensified as I felt the pressure in my cock ready to burst. As if it was trapped in the tip, tingling and agonisingly close, I shook as that familiar feeling spread through me. Mistress, noticing the effects her cock was having on me, increased her taps on my balls. Each time I got close, she would tap away, scaring off my orgasm. A constant ebb and flow, expertly in her control, I whimpered in frustration as she fucked me.
I barely noticed when her cock finally left my ass, my mind a fog of frustration. The harness on my chest, arms pinned behind me the only thing left on, I complied as Mistress helped me to stand, stretching from being bent over for so long. My poor cock stood erect, dripping constantly with the effects of being denied over and over. Smiling, Mistress helped me to sit down, gently guiding my arms and legs into new bindings.
Groaning, I watched as she clipped a steel ring around my erection, connected and secured to a bar beneath it. Unable to move, I felt the straps holding me down, Mistress ensuring I was completely immobilised. I was no stranger to this chair, finding myself in it often towards the end of our sessions. I knew what was coming.
Placing a comfy mat between my legs, Mistress knelt down, hands already covered by her trusty gloves. I whimpered, staring down at all the toys she’d brought over, knowing the purpose of each one, knowing none of them would be the key to my release. That excited, knowing look returned to her eyes, looking up at me while I slightly shook with fear.
Lube generously covering her gloves, she carefully began stroking my cock. I tensed, testing my bindings, but I was held still. I wouldn’t be going anywhere until it was permitted by my Mistress. Never taking her eyes off me, she watched me whimper, shaking as I felt her slowly move those firm hands up and down. Sometimes I tricked myself into forgetting what it felt like to feel my cock played with during the week, safely locked away in my cage.
Mistress took pleasure in reminding me.
Wide-eyed, I silently stared down at her mouth open, unable to even voice my excitement. Mistress grinned, her hand slowing just as I felt my orgasm beginning to surface. At first during our sessions I would warn her when I was close, always without fail. But now, after so long, she knew my cock better than I did. No warnings, no accidents, no mistakes. Somedays I swore she could read my mind.
Settling into her rhythm, I was a helpless passenger to my own denial. Stroke, slow, stop. Over and over, back and forth, with the occasional taunting giggle thrown in between. I knew she wasn’t going to let me cum, that my orgasm would be held just out of reach each time, yet my brain still held me hostage. Still held out hope. Which was exactly what my Mistress preyed on, what she toyed with in me. Hope.
After a while she picked up a fleshlight, more of a half sleeve if anything. Clear, with tiny nodes spread throughout the inside, rubbing endlessly on my cock. Just big enough for her hand, Mistress took great care as she slipped it over the head, my body shivering from this new torment sliding down my cock. I hated how much I loved this thing.
Her attention swapped between staring at the desperate state my cock was in, to the strain on my face from being toyed with. Expertly, the fleshlight moved up and down my cock, inhumanly slow, always stopping when it needed to.
After a point, being left on edge seemed to blend together, no longer gettingclose to cumming, it was more like I was permanently there. Permanently trapped, mind locked in an endless state of arousal, unable to go forward or back. Hanging mid-air, feeling as if one push would send me soaring into the sky, one subtle touch and I’d fly.
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